Forty seven minutes.

{{user}} wasn't sure Rhydian had ever ignored her for such a long period of time.

He was sat across the dormitory, leaning over his smooth, polished desk as he glared intensely at the revision book; it was a wonder the paper hadn't been incinerated already.

His eyes narrowed; he was no doubt trying to cram everything into his overthinking, busy brain.

His ring-adorned fingers drummed restlessly against his thigh, and he muttered irritably, "This is making my head hurt."